Friday Fictioneers – Garden Gazing
It’s been a few weeks since I last contributed to the Friday Fictioneers challenge which has now been taken on by Rochelle Wiseoff. I’d like to say a huge thank you to Madison Woods, who started the original group, she certainly inspired me to get more creative with my fiction persona; and much to the lovely Stevie’s distress, I’ve often explored a dark side I didn’t know I had.
The photo this week come courtesy of Rochelle herself and the usual restrictions apply, it is her copyright so please respect that. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
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She was standing at the sink gazing out the window when he got home. Again he saw the vacant look in her eye before she realised he was there. Powerless to help, he could only stand by and watch as she withdrew even further into herself.
“What’s for supper love?” he kept his voice bright, anything else would have resulted in a snap back.
“Thought we’d have fish ‘n chips again”. She kept her eyes on the garden, watching intently for any signs of movement.
‘One day’, he thought ‘she’ll move on past the rapist that ripped our lives apart’.
(100 Words)
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That is so true, but will we learn do you think? Just because we have more doesn’t mean we have to consume it (physically or metaphorically!) BTW, how has your daughter weathered the storm?
hope it is still tasty!
My mom did too, I think when they grew up, food was scarce and the gift of it more precious. Now we have so much that we need to eat less.
Thanks for the confirmation 🙂
Thanks so much for the lovely comment.
So true; my mother still brings food parcels when she visits even now and I reached 50 this year 😉
( smile ) Her adventures are her own. That’s part of the game.
Such trauma. Good job of realistically portraying the reactions of both the husband and wife.
Yes I heard it in your writing.
I think our priorities change as we get older and I can remember being exactly the same when I was your daughters age – at least it was water and not something stronger 😉
The rapid banging of one’s head on the desk never did do much for my learning capacity Madison 🙂
want to understand helplessnes?
When a dad calls his daughter off at college near a hurricane ( Philadelphia ) and she says she has stocked up on water, a flashlight, and an extra large pizza. ( I didn’t know if I should sigh or laugh )
Thank you 🙂 That’s one of the ways I learn best too, and it’s so much easier than doing it with a bloody forehead, ha.
Ah, but I learnt a lot in the exchange you had with the Chickerell Chirper, things I couldn’t have learnt by someone trying to explain things to me. So I really do appreciate the comment you made 🙂
With any luck they will get through it, that and a whole lot of love and patience on both their parts as I’m sure neither can really appreciate what the other is going through Lora 😉
I think that sense of helplessness is more common than we think when those we love have to cope with events or life changes that we can’t imagine; and yes, often the only place to go is within 🙂
LOL, I retract my suggestion 😉 My own focus was off on that one, I think.
Thank you so much for such a lovely comment Parul 🙂
I can imagine how I think I would react, but until it happens you can never be sure; I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
Thank you so much for your kind comment Abraham 🙂
Very true indeed 🙂
I do hope that for these two love turns out to be enough Doug and your lovely comment was wonderful to read, thank you 🙂
Traumatic or unusual events can’t help but change us I think and although we may move on, we will never forget 🙂
Thanks Ron and glad you liked the ending too 🙂
Thanks so much for your generous comment Rochelle, I really appreciate and I’m glad you noticed both sides of the story 🙂
Why thank you very kindly 🙂
You’re welcome Boomie, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
You have a point there Rosemary, my aim was to indicate that it was something she did most of the time, constantly watching the garden to prevent a recurrance and your observation about standing and stood is very well explained, thanks 🙂
Wow, that’s a great comment and thank you, I’m really pleased that you felt the writing was powerful as it’s something I’m trying to develop at the moment Russell 🙂
Thanks very much for your lovely comment 🙂
Thank you Shirley, you are probably right – I dont’ think you can ever let it go completely, but the hope is that you do move on at some point. 🙂
Sometimes something just hits you between the eyes when it comes to inspiration Anne, I hadn’t even seen the picture when I saw you earlier and thanks for the lovely welcome back too 🙂
I’m really pleased you liked it Madison, and the suggestion you make would certainly change the sense of the story so thanks for the suggestion. 🙂
Thank you so much for the feedback and I’m really glad you picked up on the compassion, I hoped I’d conveyed it well enough 🙂
So sad. So tragic. Too real. So overwhelming to live with for both of them. Such a strain on the marriage. I hope she is in therapy and with a good support group. Perhaps they are in couple counseling.
where do we go when we cannot hide? To that inner place where neither friend of foe can find us. I hope she finds her way out.
Very sad. Interesting how helpless she had rendered him.
Very intense and sad. Traumatic.
Beautiful sad story.
May none of us ever have to deal with this type of relationship-testing and personally rending experience.
Very sad. The situation in the story, that is. Well written.
Or not. You bury it but it’s always there.
Dear Linda,
A very powerful piece and well told. You captured the moment with skill and a deft touch with your words. i cannot fathom how couples survive these acts. Only love is the answer but sometimes that is just not enough.
Aloha,
Doug
Sad, we hope people grow past or outgrow trauma but it is so deep within us, that it is always there, and has changed us, no matter how well we deal with it. Hard for others to understand
Hi Linda,
You dropped a bomb in that last line and turned the story in a whole different direction. Well done! Ron
Hi Linda,
You really captured the pain of a rape victim. But also you captured her partner’
s pain. Two lives ruptured in one heinous act of violence. Bravo!
Chilling, and all too real! Well done.
Awww…this just broke my heart, and many do carry this pain. Very well done. Thanks so much for stopping by mine.
You’re right Rosemary, it does give it a different image of having already been there when he walked in.
Short story saying it all. Well done!
This is good. I disagree with you, Madison about changing it to ‘She stood’. In this context it is describing a continuous action that is happening as the man arrives home, not something she does suddenly as he walks in. To see what I mean, cut out the intervening words and read: ‘She stood at the sink when he got home,” implying that it is something she did because he arrived home. ‘She was standing by the sink when he got home’ shows that it was already happening before he arrived and might have been for happening a long time, which is implied in the whole context.
I hate that Powerless feeling, but this is powerFUL writing. I feel the emptiness.
With that kind of past it is hard to recover I imagine. Well captured.
How sad. I’m sure that’s something she carries for a long, long time. Good use of the prompt.
Powerful story Linda. Welcome back, inspiration must have struck fast today, I only saw you a few hours ago!
Mine is over here http://anneorchardwriter.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/friday-fictioneers-after-the-wedding/
I like how you’ve captured her distraction as if the effort of engaging in the now is too much. Very effective. In the first sentence, if you change “She was standing…” to “She stood…” it makes it active rather than passive and gives you an extra word to throw in somewhere else if you want 🙂
Opps Sorry I posted on your page. Your entry is intense. Love the compassion the husband has.
HI Rochelle and all the Friday Fictioneer participants, Here’s the link to my entry. http://wp.me/p28tjX-uP Everyone have a creative weekend. 🙂
I’m sure you’re right Sandra and I’m sure many never recover from the experience either.
Good one Linda. This must be a reality for many women, and for their partners.